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[antiwhorish]

Angela had spent what felt like at least a year (but was really just a couple of weeks), not leaving her hut much except to go outside and find more things on which to take out her anger against the island; fruit to throw and crush, sticks to smash into something beyond kindling, rude parrots and monkeys to yell at. (She might have been angry, but

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[wutaiheart]

"So, you're the widow Schrute?"

Yuffie had left the chocobo back at her dojo and taken this mission on foot; mostly, she was pretty sure Angela would think it was unclean. Just... kinda the way Dwight talked sometimes. And while ordinarily it would have been awesome to make her uncomfortable, Yuffie felt responsible now.

"I'm Yuffie. Dwight's sensei."

[antiwhorish]

It had occurred to Angela that Dwight was as good as dead, even though people seemed to think that the people who disappeared just went home. It wasn't like they ever came back the same.

She didn't really like to think of herself as a widow, however. She didn't think she liked the sound of it at all.

"I'm Angela Schrute, yes," she said coolly.

[wutaiheart]

Yuffie dropped down next to her, lacking any sense of what was a good idea and what wasn't. "I'm sorry about Dwight," she said. "I mean, I really am. I may look awesome and cool, but I'm... I'm not. And he was one of the best friends I had here."

She shrugged.

"So anyway, I figured it was customary of my people to offer you my service."

[antiwhorish]

Dwight had talked about his sensei all the time, so Angela knew he had friends he'd cared about on the island, and he had thought this Yuffie was cool. Angela had just pictured her as a little less... not mannish.

"Your service?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

[wutaiheart]

"Whatever it needs to mean," Yuffie said. "I guess if we were back on my world, it would mean protection. 'cept I guess it could mean that here, too, where crazy things happen."

She let her legs flop out in front of her.

"Or I dunno. Do you need anything?"

[antiwhorish]

"No, thank you. I'm fine. Don't need anything." Angela didn't really want to burn bridges with Dwight's friends, however, and she knew, especially on the island, that she shouldn't turn down offered help. "But I'll let you know if I do. You can help then."

[wutaiheart]

"Okay." Yuffie eyed the cat in Angela's lap. "Hey, I like your cat. Back in Wutai, my dad really loved cats. We kept a whole house full of them. Since he was all Lord Godo and stuff, he even got people to keep it clean."

[antiwhorish]

"Sprinkles is an exceptional cat." Angela couldn't help but want to be nice to anyone who could appreciate Sprinkles. "She and Dwight didn't always get along, but they were still family."

[wutaiheart]

Sticking out her hand for the kitty to sniff, Yuffie grinned. "I like that name. Sprinkles. My dad used to name our cats after our ancestors." Personally, Yuffie had always been concerned about what the ancestors would think of having namesakes that needed to pee in boxes.